Situation

Shit-shit-shit-shit.
Me and my propensity to get myself in the most awkward situations!

Explanation:
On the day of my return to London, the Housemates and I are throwing one of our legendary parties. This time is meant to be so big that, in an attempt to salvage The House, we actually rented our local pub next door, with Dj etc.
So far so good.

The first problem is, it is going to be the first day I'll have the opportunity to see Stella since the whole G-the-M thinggy. I am still pondering weather or not she should be informed of what happened between G-the-M and me. Since I've been totally unable to make up my mind, I've asked around for advice but the diversity of the answers was such that it left me even more confused if possible.

The second, and bigger, problem is that, probably in a moment of high intoxication, I invited G-the-M too. And he very kindly sent me a message today to confirm his presence.

So there we'll be in two weeks time, three "friends" for a big "friendly" catch up!
I might need to bring boxing gloves, you never know.

Why do I keep doing that to myself, seriously, WHY?
Anyone out there can offer any kind of advice?